Message-ID: <29144asstr$983340602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: tjr X-Original-Message-ID: <3A9B1C7F.FAEEB8A@midnightx.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: 27 Feb 2001 03:32:00 GMT X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Story: Pantytrained Teacher(1) F/m bdsm Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2001 01:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman <1st attachment, "pantyteach1.txt" begin> The following story is the property of Mid-Prod Com. This story is fiction and contains sexual and female domination content. If you are not of legal age in the state you live in to view such material or are offended by such material please do read this story. Copyright by Mid-Prod Com Feb5, 2001 PANTYTRAINED TEACHER (ch 1) A FEMRULE story TJ Ryder WWW.Midnightx.Com/ (Illustrated Toon Stories -X-rated) Even after the Femrule party swept the province Harold Penniwell still applied for a local teacher's job. Mainly because teaching jobs were scarce for a newly minted education degree and Harold couldn't conceive of ever running afoul of even the most radical feminist pc rules. He'd taken the mandatory diversity training that weeded out the macho jock types, he wasn't pushy or had ever been accused of macho behavior. Of average size, Harold looked in the mirror of his rented room before reporting in for his first day at Jefferson Jr. College. Conservative clothes, short haircut, he was 31 yrs old, having decided to switch careers to go into teaching. His chosen field was library science, but at Jefferson he would also fill in as a guidance counselor. Reporting in to the principal's office he was impressed by the surroundings, nice new facility, beautiful sunny early autumn day, and he dutifully took a seat on a wooden bench while waiting for the principal's secretary to ring him in. Now the secretary was worth looking at. Late thirties, stacked, showing cleavage which he thought unusual. Finally she announced he could enter, and a smiling nervous appearing middle aged male rose from his walnut desk to shake his hand. "Good day, sir," he said, and Harold noticed his handshake was a little limp. "Hello, sir," he replied, "very happy to be here. I was surprised I got the job in fact." "Yes, well, um, take a seat. Please sit down. There's not a lot to say. Maintain the library and do the usual course reassignments, listen to students complaining etc." "Uh, yes. You mean you didn't have a counselor or librarian until a few weeks ago?" "Oh, you mean the faculty your'e replacing? Ah, well, they didn't work out. Had to replace them. I looked at your record, no hint of any problems at all, and the PTA feminist committee approved you." He was surprised at that. "You mean the PTA has a say in faculty hires?" The principal smiled a little ruefully. "Well, actually, politically this province is kind of bleeding edge now. Since the feminist coalition took a majority position, they have quite a bit of say. But I'm sure you won't have a problem. You have all the right stamps, diversity training etc. Just be careful around some of the daughters of PTA members who are, shall we say, a little radical." "Um, is that what happened to my predecessors?" Harold had to ask the question, and regretted it instantly at the pained look from the principal.. "Well, in a way." Harold didn't learn much more, and fell into the familiar work, cataloguing books, fixing schedule conflicts. There was another male teacher who came by and they took to doing coffee breaks together. A math teacher about his age who also coached softball. He was hoping he could shed some light. He hadn't noticed a lot of difference in the school or society. A couple of students, very pretty girls, had come to his office for some college test results that gave him pause. They were wearing very high skirts and showing way too much cleavage, and he couldn't help gaping at them as they crossed their shapely legs. They seemed to enjoy his looks. Harold wasn't too experienced with women, and had been hoping for an opportunity to meet the right girl in this town, but these young lush bodies were right out of a night fantasy. He wanted to say something about their appearance, but he could tell they knew he enjoyed seeing them, and felt like a hypocrite. They giggled and walked out, smiling at him in an odd way. Meeting Lloyd the other male teacher at a local bar following a game, he had a couple of drinks and was looking at some of the attractive waitresses and brought it up. "Those girls are super babes anywhere." Lloyd chuckled. He was single but apparently had something steady. "Yup," he said, " no shortage of pretty women around here, if you can pay the toll that is." "Still, I had two students in my office today that made them look sick. I was surprised the principal allows them to dress like they were." Lloyd laughed at that. "Old George isn't likely to do much about that. I think he was the first guy in the school to be pantytrained. Of course, knowing George's wife," he added with a grin, "it wasn't too difficult." Harold paused in his drink, wondering if he heard him correctly. He wondered how drunk Lloyd could have gotten on two light beers. "Ah yes, " he said, buying time, "pantytrained, of course." "I mean you don't have to be, yet. But jeez, those women get any more power in Parliament who knows what will happen?" Harold couldn't devise a way to approach the subject again, and wondered about it all that evening, the phrase seemed to strike a chord, as if he had heard it before. A few days later, a freshman boy came into his office accompanied by his mother. He was a slim looking young man, and his young mother was vibrant and attractive and very assertive with him. When he opened the door to his office where he conducted his guidance counseling and showed them seats in the small room, he was rather taken back when she had motioned to a chair and ordered him to sit down, which he did, blushing a little. "Um, hello, Mrs um, Grant, and Matthew? I'm rather new here myself. I understand this is a scheduling request?" She smiled, "yes, I've enrolled my son Matthew here and I would like to see him get off to a good start." "Oh, well of course. I see, um, he has the usual set of courses." "Yes, but," she smiled, "he's not taking any feminist courses. And the lady at the PTA told me he should be doing that." Harold arched an eyebrow at that. There were lots of what he thought were radical feminist courses offered, but he kind of figured only women would take them. "Well Mrs Grant, um, I don't know who you spoke to, but he is taking the usual freshman course load." "I see, you mean he can't take feminist electives?" "Well, I suppose." Looking at the young man, he smiled, "um, Matthew, is there a particular course you want to add to your schedule." He seemed surprised, looked at his mother, and stammered, "um, whatever mom, um, my mother wants is fine, sir." Mrs. Grant beamed rather smugly at that, and said he could go on to class, she could deal with setting up his schedule. He obediently rose and said 'yes, ma'am," and left. His mother smiled as the door closed, "you see, I raised him very well." Harold was rather stunned, and only nodded, trying a weak smile. After some haggling, he added two radical feminist courses to Matthew's schedule, and the attractive young mother seemed satisfied and stood up. "Well, thank you for coming in, Mrs. Grant." He helped her on with her coat, unable to keep from looking down her ripe cleavage. "I enjoyed visiting. And be sure to let me know if Matthew shows the slightest behavior problem, although I really doubt that would happen. All my boys are thoroughly pantytrained and sissyfied early.. Very common in Arden Heights, you know." "Um, ah, yes! Ah, no I didn't know that." "But, in case he does something wrong, here's my card and home number, oh and here's the pager number for his younger sister Pamela . It might be more convenient to call her during the day because she's right down the street. She's a senior at Washington High. In fact she's done much of his training this past year so you can tell her anything at all, she'll handle him very nicely, and"(smile) "she just loves doing it." "Uh, yes, that's very nice." Pausing at the door, "you know, the truth is I had doubts about a male counselor, Mr. Penniwell, after the last one, but I am going to tell the principal I approve of his replacement." "Thank you," he stammered as she swished out. Obviously their family life was rather odd, but the use of pantytrained and sissified puzzled him. Again the same expression and from someone outside the school. Maybe it was a local in joke but he had reservations. "Oh, hello, Harold," Harold paused in the hallway the next day, and turned around. It was the principal. "Yes, Mr. Wallings, I was just on my way to fifth period." "Ah, yes, um, could I speak to you in my office for a moment, please?" Harold was jostled by the hallway full of teens, and shrugged, and followed the little man into his room. "Um, is something the matter, sir?" George sat behind his desk, looking diffidently at some papers. "Well, um, perhaps, I mean, that is, it could be. You see with a case of sex harassment involving a male teacher, you know, I do my very best to stand behind my staff." His jaw dropped. "Sex harassment, me?" "Um, no formal charge, nothing like that, at least not yet. And I have pointed out that you are new here, and to this province." "But, but, who, what was it about? Can you tell me that?" "Well, a very unfortunate choice of potential victims. Daughter of a powerful PTA committee member and all. Ms Sheila Pullings' youngest daughter since you might as well know." His mind raced, Pullings. "Her daughter is Stephanie? I have her in 6th period. She's only come to my office a few times for college information." "Yes, I understand that, Harold. Can you tell me anything? Was there anything you should tell me about those meetings? I'm only trying to help you." He was flabbergasted, "Stephanie Pullings, I can't believe it. I was always polite and professional I thought. The only thing, I mean I didn't want to get the girl in trouble and I thought... well her blouse was way to low cut, almost scandalous in fact, but I was new here and I didn't know but what..." George looked up at that. "Yes, did you say something to her? This is very important." "Well, no, I didn't. I wanted to but felt..." the fact is he felt it was the principal's job. He wasn't encouraged by the principal's distressed look. "Yes, well, pity, if you had, I could have made some excuse you know." "Um, excuse me, sir, but excuse for what? What did she say I did?" "Oh, voyeuristic sex assault. Not a felony, not on the first offence, but if charged and convicted, very damaging indeed." "I don't understand." "Certainly, well, my hands are tied now, I'm sure you understand. The best, the only way to handle this is simply to accept whatever discipline the committee agrees on. If you say you'll accept it up front, there won't be any charges, and no mention in your record. It's really the best way at this point." "Um, well, Ms Chadwick will instruct you on what to do?" Feeling dismissed, he was also grateful it seemed to be handled, but got a rather smug smile from Ms Chadwick in the outer office on his way back to class. He also got a smile from Stephanie in the hallway. 'Oh boy,' he thought, 'maybe he should bounce this by Lloyd,' and told him he wanted to buy him a drink after class. At the Sidewell Taproom at 5pm Harold was relieved when Lloyd came in, putting his baseball glove down on the bar. "A light draft, Ben," he said, and smiling at Harold, "what's up, bud? You mismarked some books in the library or something? Wrong dewey decimal numbers?" "Well, I had George call me into his office today." "Hmmmm, and?" "What does 'voyeuristic sex assault' mean to you?" Harold tried to make it a joke and laughed lightly, but stopped at Lloyd's pained expression. "Is it serious?" "Who was the girl?" "Um, well the girl who reported it was Stephanie Pullings." Lloyd shook his head and took a healthy drink, "keeps on getting worse, doesn't it? Well, what it is. This law they have now. All it takes is a female to report being visually assaulted, being stared at or something like that, and she can make that charge. But it takes a witness though. That's the only thing." "Um, there was another girl with her most of the time. Tiffanny Rogers." Lloyd winced. "She's the witness. So what did Georgie do, pass you over to Chatwick the Bitch?" He nodded, deciding to take a healthy drink himself. So far this was not encouraging. "George said I'd be contacted. What is this, some more pc diversity training stuff I'll have to take? Iv'e taken enough sensitivity training classes to float a boat." Lloyd laughed, "you wish. Your'e headed for pantytraining, boy. Make no mistake. But it has its good side. Be a lot easier to get dates with the pretty girls in this town afterwards, I found that out." (Soon to be released - WWW.Midnightx.com/) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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